About the book
David Serra is thirty-eight, an architect in Barcelona, a widower who keeps a tidy kitchen and a steady voice for his son. Lucas is ten, collects river stones, and hums a tune nobody taught him. Clara is rarely spoken of. She is in everything anyway.
Then David falls asleep on the night of Lucas’s tenth birthday and wakes in March 2014, twenty-six again, in the bedroom on Carrer de Verdi. Clara is alive. They have been married eight months.
There is no machine and no explanation, and he cannot go back. David knows what the next two years hold, and he knows that the life he lost and the life he loves cannot both be kept.
A tender novel about grief, marriage and what love asks of us when the choice is ours alone.
